Faye Yardley calculated the time. In four hours, it would be 6 PM sharp.
A two-hour mini-game, then a break to recover Spirit before the second one starts. 'So, will there be a third round at midnight?'
'No use overthinking it. The first round is over, so I might as well check the public channel for some intel.'
[Oh my god, thank goodness time was up at the last second. Otherwise, I'd be totally dead.]
[Was that supposed to be 'Drop the Handkerchief'? It was more like 'Drop Your Life'!]
[Drop the Handkerchief? Wasn't it car racing?]
[If you don't have a race car, you get turned into all sorts of random props. You can't move, you can only pray you don't get hit by a racer or a random fruit bomb. It's a truly tragic tale.]
[You think having a toy car is any better? We had to do non-stop 360-degree spins, plus long spiral turns, then climb up a ladder-like track to the top only to be sent plummeting down. I nearly pissed my pants!]
